she's a real heavy sleeper, as Eddie and I already knew. Eddie just continued with his usual shrimping. I thought I heard a slight moan from my Mom as if sub-consciously she felt what was happening. While my brothers found themselves in trouble together more frequently (usually with dad), I recall only a handful of times that sis and I were involved in the same incident and were disciplined together.

one thing, anyone who has cum on a woman's feet is cumming on the feet of someones daughter, sister, maybe mother, and possibly wife. Kind of likeCara and I stomped up the stairs, each blaming the other for starting the fight, with mom’s admonishment to be quiet because we were in enough trouble trailing behind us. Mom did not offer much of a lecture. “You both know why you’re getting this. You both are too old to be fighting and carrying on over something like this – and so you know, I don’t approve at all of some of the language I heard.”

We had worked out a system where we alternated the chores. One night I would rinse plates and load the dishwasher and she would clean pots and pants, and then the next night we would switch. Then kids come along and so begins our love affair with those big tummy-hugging pants we swore we'd never go near. But, as mum-of-three, Sue reveals, it's not an easy affair to end! Your (of legal age) teenage daughter without her knowing? That is wonderful right? How about I shoot my seed all over your sister without her knowledge or Before long, I gave birth to my first baby, which took my relationship with mum pants to the next level. I was summoned to the vanity bench and I shuffled over with pants and undies bunched around my knees. I bent over and gripped each side of the vanity, putting my butt out at a 90-degree angle. The vanity had a large oval mirror attached to it, and it was incredibly embarrassing to look up and see yourself exposed and Mom standing behind you ready to strap your bare bum.Whenever I do my laundry, I fold my clothes straight out of thedryerto avoid wrinkling and if I wait I probably wont fold them so it's just convenient. Sometimes I'm busy and I don't put themaway right away. For the past 6 or so months I've noticed that when I go to put them away some of my underwear are missing but I thought nothing of it (maybe I didn't wash them? Maybe dryer ate them? Maybe in hubbies nightstand? lol) until a month ago I washed almost all of my underwear at the same time and out of about 15-20 pairs only 3 of them were there. I was forced to go buy new underwear when I had just bought brand new ones. Well my mom in law is cleaning out my nephews' room(me and DH live with his parents and 3 nephews, oldest, david, is 12) My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. Mom was a big believer in household chores as a way to build responsibility and have us contribute to the household. Cleaning up the kitchen after dinner had been one of my assignments since I was 12. My sister was added to that rotation when she reached 12 and for the better part of the year, we had been sharing the duties. I said I was really sorry and I didn’t know why I wanted to but I just felt like trying. I wasn’t a kid anymore and that made me feel more embarrassed. My mom then asked me how long I have been dressing up in her clothes and I lied saying it was my first time. The good thing was she wasn’t very angry and tried to be understanding. As soon as the zipper was down, I rushed to my room to take of the dress and pantyhose.